Monday, May 15, 2006

"Journey"           [rubai]

Vague doom is creeping through my limbs
                      it masterminds my days
although in dream I seem to glimpse
                      a moon beyond the haze
if I could journey free & clear
                      & stand on solid ground
the morn would ring   the eve would sing
                      with ceaseless sounds of praise


On a discussion forum, I presume to attempt something of an explication of this little verse, here.


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